Part ONE
We met while he was arresting someone outside a house. I’d screeched to a stop when I saw it. I don’t consider myself too involved in politics. But with the recent events, I’d grown more so. I parked up and jumped out. “Hey! Hey!” I shouted, running toward the scene. “Stop this!” I pulled out my phone to film, going in close to catch the arrestee’s face on tape. He was in handcuffs and being made to walk by two masked agents holding his arms. “What’s your name? Do you live here?!” I asked. A different agent came forward. “Please, step off to the side,” he said. “I’m off to the side—” “Hey, no, right here’s to the side—” “I’m not—I’m doing what you’re asking—” “You’re in the way.” “I am not in the way—” “I’m asking you to step out of the way.” “I am not in the way!” He turned back when he noticed the arrestee had gone to his knees and the arrest had stalled. Remembering my filming, I ran ahead to stand by the trunk of their SUV, to be ready to catch it from that angle. The agents had been trying to tug the man to his feet, and, having failed, now began dragging him backwards towards the car. He was yelling.
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